We believe that the good life consists of fine wine, fine food, fine friends, and giving more to the world than you take from it.

Formed in 2007, Satyrs’ Pond Winery exists in the leafy green forest of imagination. To find its true source, take the footpath past sweet-scented coastal sage, spicy California bay laurels, and towering redwood trees. Climb the hill, cross the stream. Keep going, until, deep in the forest’s most elemental quiet, you see a vast, still pond—the Satyrs’ Pond.

Its water is the clearest, deepest green, still cool from its journey down the mountaintops in the distance. Lily pads float near the pond’s center, and slow-moving trout slide just below its surface. On the far shore, the forest opens up to a meadow filled with grapevines. Vines stretch in orderly rows to the horizon, the hills undulating beyond sight. In this field, long ago, the world’s satyrs tended these grapes. When the fruit was firm, the sugars sweet, the juices ready—all was at exactly its best moment—they plucked the grapes for harvest.

If your vision is good, you might see the arbor on the far hill, blurred by distance and time. Wisteria and wild roses cover the structure’s redwood beams, so that it is simply a towering canopy of blooms. Here, the satyrs held their annual crush, a rite of fall filled with dancing, drinking, singing, raucous revelry, and, naturally, grape-crushing.

Afterward, the wine was stored in massive wood barrels, aged, blended, and bottled according to the ancient satyr wisdom. The most discriminating satyrs, with the most refined palates, conferred to guide the careful process. The results produced the best wines the world has ever known.

Though most would say the world’s satyrs are gone now, it is their tradition that guides the wine making for Satyrs’ Pond Winery. And should any modern-day satyrs, or modern drinkers who are truly satyrs in spirit, sample our wine, we know they will be transported back to this forest and this pond, to a place and a time where life’s highest pleasures can be distilled into a moment of fine food, fine friends, and fine wine.